You want to express,

You’re the one, what more to say?Bless, the day you came my way.

Sometimes a mental mockery,Sometimes a mental tragedy,Transforming harsh reality,Emotions, feelings speed ahead,With abstract paintings in your head.A dance expressive does begin,Where hidden passions feel like Sin,Acceleration, tension mounts,Then only Writing is What counts.That’s how the Poet’s World explodes!In sudden spurts, emotion grows,And when the Festive Lights beginYou don’t know if you’ll lose or win.

Of the beholder,But in those, bolderThat see in Her,Inspired clarity,Spirituality’sUndying Love.

Thru fantasyRhyme giving,Fancy freeExploring,All that Life isAnd can be,As Love becomesPriority.

Made up,Of Tender Things,Cultivating, goodnessSo EnamoredWith that KindnessThat only loveCan bring.Life could be so beautifulIf ugliness,Meanness and unkindness,Stopped!Love could then take overPermanently,And dreams would neverStop.Yes, I know,It can only beLike this inPoetry,But Poets,Are still Dreamers.And lets hope thatNever Stops!

Although, so often spoken of.Love is constant sacrifice,Not just a mere mirageThat comes and goes,Remember,More love less hateLove is what our souls,Are supposed to be made of.So if in you there is no loveTo give,You have no soul.